What! Our family is actually the descendant of the evil god?.

In this way, time passed day by day, and everything seemed to be moving in a good direction.

For example, two days ago, after no zombies were spotted for several consecutive nights, the church lifted the nighttime curfew, and the nights in Haidaram became lively again.

This morning, Eros, who had returned to the day shift, sat on the sofa.

He was holding a cup of hot milk in one hand and today's Haidaram Morning Post in the other, reading leisurely.

I took a quick look at today's morning paper and found nothing worthy of attention.

Eros put the morning paper aside, leaned back on the sofa, and played with Angelica's hair.

A few more minutes passed.

Eros unconsciously tightened the hand that was holding Angelica's hair slightly, and his expression became a little tense.

Fortunately, this state did not last long. After a while, his expression returned to the comfortable look at the beginning, and became even more comfortable.

Looking at the delicate and gentle Angelica in front of him, Eros handed the hot milk in his other hand to Angelica's mouth:

"You need to drink some milk in the morning so that you can grow taller."

Angelica nodded obediently, then took the cup handed to her by Eros, held the cup with both hands, and drank from it in small sips.

He didn't mind that the cup of hot milk was drunk by Eros.

After a while, Angelica drank up the hot milk in the cup.

Looking at Angelica with a circle of milk stains on her lips, Eros showed a doting smile on his face.

Just when he was about to use a napkin to wipe Angelica's lips, Angelica was one step ahead of him and stretched out her pink tongue to lick the milk stains on her lips.

Eros blinked when he saw this scene, coughed lightly and said:

"You're not full yet, are you? I'll get you some more."

Hearing Eros' words, Angelica's beautiful big eyes also blinked.

Then, as if she understood something, she said in a soft voice with a hint of embarrassment:

"I will do it myself!"

……

After a long time, Eros, who had finished his breakfast, walked out of the villa gate refreshed and boarded the carriage to the Special Operations Department.

As before, he did not go directly to the Special Operations Department, but instead planned to patrol Youghal Street first.

After arriving at Youghal Street, Eros walked along the street looking at the still bustling crowd in front of him.

After a while, he met the first ordinary person he met on this street.

When Vadim saw Officer Conan Doyle, whom he hadn't seen for some time, there was some surprise in his eyes.

"I thought Mr. Doyle had been transferred from this position!"

There was obvious joy in Vadim's tone when he said this, as if he was surprised to see Eros again.

Hearing what Vadim said, Eros smiled and said:

"My position has not been changed, I just switched to night patrol in the past two weeks."

When the young police officer mentioned night patrols before the meeting, Mr. Vadim couldn't help but show a hint of worry in his eyes:

"The incident involving a group of perverted murderers some time ago has frightened the residents of Haidaram. They don't even dare to go out at night."

"And yet Mr. Doyle went out on patrol in such a dangerous situation."

"Thanks to the great gods' blessing, Mr. Doyle is safe and sound."

Hearing Mr. Vadim's worried words, Eros chuckled and said:

"This is our responsibility, and our efforts are not in vain."

"The case of that psychopathic murderer gang was successfully closed two days ago, and all those psychopathic murderers were shot dead by the police."

"Mr. Vadim can now put his nervous heart at ease."

"Although that group of perverted murderers have been dealt with, it is still not as safe at night as during the day."

"If there is nothing necessary, I hope Mr. Vadim will try to stay out as little as possible at night. This is the safest way."

"Finally, thank you Mr. Vadim for your concern for me, but as you said, under the protection of God, I am safe and sound."

After listening to what Eros said, Mr. Vadim's expression became serious and he said sincerely:

"I also read the newspaper article published by the city government two days ago that said the case had been resolved. Please allow me to say thank you to you and your colleagues."

"It is because of your efforts that we don't have to worry so much every day."

Eros smiled and waved his hand, "This is our duty. There is no need for you to do this, Mr. Vadim."

Seeing that the polite conversation would go on forever, Eros took the initiative to change the subject:

"What does Mr. Vadim usually do to pass the time after work?"

When Mr. Vadim heard Eros' question, he immediately realized that Mr. Doyle was unwilling to continue to be polite with him.

Indeed, there is no end to the politeness.

Therefore, he coughed a little embarrassedly, and then took the initiative to cooperate with Eros's topic:

"The director of Mrs. Maria's welfare home on the next street, Mrs. Maria and several caregivers are quite old."

"Their aging bodies make it difficult for them to do some things."

"So they put a notice on the door, hoping to get some help from some kind people."

"The reward is two loaves of brown bread, sufficient to satisfy one man's food needs for the day."

At this point, Mr. Vadim looked at Eros and laughed:

"Mr. Doyle, do you think they can recruit people with such a salary?"

Eros glanced at the smiling middle-aged man in front of him, and said with a smile:

"Didn't we recruit a bank account manager?"

Mr. Vadim scratched his head, he knew that his performance was too obvious, so he was not surprised that Master Erlo guessed it.

He looked towards the welfare home on the next street and said with emotion:

"I was on leave that day and happened to see the notice when I passed by there."

"I thought I didn't have anything to do anyway, so I ran over to help."

"The result was somewhat beyond my expectation. I was not the first one to help. Several gentlemen and ladies had already helped before I arrived."

"Then we helped clean the orphanage and played with the children."

"Honestly, Mr. Doyle, I haven't felt that fulfilled in a long time."

"And the children there are all very well-behaved and sensible, especially little Hela. She is only seven years old, but she knows how to help Mrs. Maria clean and take care of other children."

"My daughter was a little troublemaker when she was seven years old!"

At this point, Vadim's voice suddenly stopped.

Then the smile on his face gradually faded, and his expression gradually became confused.

After a while, Vadim said in a low voice:

"Sorry, lately I tend to mistake my dreams for reality."

"In my dream, I have a gentle and virtuous wife and a naughty but very lively and lovely daughter."

Eros lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Is it possible that that wasn't a dream?

Those are indeed things you once had, but because of the ambitions of some ambitious people, they are gone now.

……

After saying that, Mr. Vadim obviously had no interest in continuing.

"From that day on, I would go to Mrs. Maria's welfare home to help with some things during my free time."

After briefly saying the rest of the story with a dull look on his face, he lowered his head and remained silent.

Eros didn't say anything either, and the two walked in silence for a while.

It was not until they reached the gate of the Yor Bank that Vadim broke the silence between the two of them:

"Mr. Doyle, I'm going to work first."

Having said that, without waiting for Eros to reply, he quickly walked into the bank door.

Eros watched Vadim's back disappear into the door, then he slowly withdrew his gaze, shook his head, sighed softly, and continued walking forward.